My rhyme schemes are out of the rules
Rudiment account a thousand tools up, now of a pool of thoughts
Ring for it to sound of clues, stupid for the mouth of fools
Bruise how the prisoner risen of wool count of who'll
So I'm markin' the space up
Provin' I'm best of this, I'm armin' an angle
A start in the late go in the march of this angel
Carvin' an A into where the artist can pave forward
Scrawl sins on a weight's end
John's dross cross tin of it's waste thick
Satan's offerin', amen of grace, hymn
Paul, in off of the sloshed base of a vocative lacus lit
Māo entail the flog in of God's apprentice
Mode I've gotten is potent parts of his visage
As vicious the foe partisan pull targeted visit
Mission bestow margin, remote departed limits
Flow paste, "crack!" of to wall as a man did it
Jamón hand, of a canvas in Ha as a grand finish
Hocks in the band's image, not talkin' the hock
Hock vance when lost, and law is a vance twisted
Oversee me you off in the sham ended
Lip lockin' pawns of stans kiss, is
You can't beat me, I'm deep enough when not
As far as eye can look you are "bottom of" than "isn't"